I said to myself when I get to the restaurant no one will be there why not take my clothes off and walk around grabbing the things we needed for dinne.... Crazy thoughts I said to myself but again it be fun back and forth I go in my head. I get to the restaurant thinking should I do it no yes no yes banging around in my head. I get out of my truck get to the door still debating in my head. I unlock the door, step in, shut the alarm off then without thinking I turn lock the door behind me both. I folded the sanitary towel in the paper (it was starting to unfold but not a great deal I could do) and I put it carefully into the bin under his desk, underneath a sandwich wrapper. I folded my ‘Bridget Jones’ knickers and actually put them into my blouse (I had no pockets).I returned to the table and just kind of nodded. I think he was looking at me but I still had that heart pounding nervous slightly sick feeling because it all felt a bit too surreal. I hadn’t done anything like this. I learned lessons in school that day that would make me the man I am. A man who would be gentle, considerate and kind to most I met. That day was the beginning of my transformation.As we shuffled through the hall to our first period homeroom. I was shouting "hi's" and "howareya's" to friends we passed in the hall, not thinking to introduce my best friend. I guess I took her for granted and thought that she would just know these guys and gals. She stiffened after the fourth or fifth person had. Not even while having food. We were going on and on.Then I asked her how about we go out to someplace. Shreya was a homemaker and her husband was a very busy man. So she didn’t go out much. She was more than happy to go out with me. I went a step further and booked a honeymoon resort for a 3 days stay about 200 km away.We got to that place and kept our bags in the room allotted for us. Both of us got freshened up and were sitting. I was only wearing my boxers. Shreya was wearing a nightdress.